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Regards, Waves Institute of Fashion Designing
Aishwarya Rai
I haven't been a good person in a long time. A lot of my poems taste like guilt dripped in a pot of honey to make it a little less hard for you to believe.
I have stopped waiting for someone to come and kiss the wounds on my body. I do that myself in the dark of night. But then, you ask me, what about the daylight and I tell you, daylight is for the hurting.
I wipe everything off my body but some things don't go , these poems, my love once wrote on my back, my back now hurts from the scratching I have done .
Is it me or is it this poem?
The first time I take off my shirt, you look at it, and ask me what the inscriptions are all about. You slap me and yell "are you a fucking monument?"
And I stay silent. (Protest)
They don't keep matches near me, if anything, my mother checks my room before she goes to sleep. The last time, she walked on me while I was hurting. It felt as if her earlobes felt a little more stressed and the earrings pulled them a little more down. Another grief to hide behind my ears, I listen her whisper this under her breath with eyes unchanged. She has an entire body filled with grief . There is no more space left now.
—(guilt dripped in a pot of honey)